Inside the mine, the pungent stench of blood mingled with the smell of Goblins.
The first guard to rush in slipped, nearly falling.
Looking down, he realized he had stepped in a patch of warm, viscous liquid.
By the faint light filtering in from the entrance, he finally saw the sight before him.
"Y-Young Master?!"
The guards behind him crowded in as well. When they saw the carnage inside the mine, every one of them sucked in a sharp breath.
Their noble Young Master William was currently pinned to the ground from below by a thick earthen spike, like an overcooked sausage.
All around him lay the corpses of dozens of Goblins, strewn haphazardly across pools of blood.
"What happened?" one guard asked shakily. "W-was it those two people just now?!"
"W-what do we do now?" Another guard sounded on the verge of tears. "How are we supposed to explain this to Lord Viscount?"
"What else can we do? Say... say those two people did it!"
"And then?"
The older guard swept them with a cold glance.
"We go back and report that two mysterious people killed the young master. Lord Viscount asks: Who were the killers? What did they look like? We know nothing. Then he asks: Why did you all come back without a scratch? What do we say? That we were so scared we didn't even dare fart?"
The other guards were instantly rendered speechless.
That was right. They had returned unscathed, while the young master was dead.
No matter how they explained it, what awaited them was Lord Viscount's fury—enough to tear them apart.
The mine fell into dead silence.
After a long while, the older guard broke the silence. Looking at William's corpse, whose eyes remained wide open in death, he gritted his teeth.
"Young